Nigger Hatin' Song
Lyrics...

The following are the lyrics to AFN's favorite good ole' nigger songs.
These are NOT nigger songs like you hear today, about crotch grabbin'
and ho' humpin' and things like that. This is a wonderful collection
of songs ABOUT niggers. Some of the songs were written during the Civil
Rights Movement, and some are contemporary. We hope you like them.

If you would like to purchase the actual CD's containing these wonderful
songs, most can be ordered
from Resistance Records.

If you have a favorite song in this collection, you can go directly to
it by clicking its link...

NIGGER, NIGGER
by Johnny Rebel

Few songs can match the timeless magnificence of Johnny Rebel's "Nigger,
Nigger". As soon as this ballad was published, it should have immediately
been chosen to replace the current American National Anthem.

In honor of this true jewel of modern music, it's lyrics are reproduced
below

Nigger, nigger; tell them lies,
Black face and bloodshot eyes.
Crooked toes and crooked nose,
That's the way a nigger goes!
(That's how he goes!)

They're marchin' for equality.
They'll never be as good as me.
We won't let him integrate.
We must always segregate.
(Keep them in their places!)

Ole' Martin Luther's got to go.
That's one thing that we all know.
We'll take him riding on a rail,
And lock him in the county jail!

Niggers want to change our ways,
With taxes they won't ever pay.
Monkey lips and kinky hair,
Living off that ole' welfare.
(Got their hand out!)

They might as well give up the fight.
No federal judge can make them white.
The job is up to you and me,
Let's beat the N double ACP
(Move em' North!)

Nigger, nigger; tell them lies,
Black face and bloodshot eyes.
Crooked toes and crooked nose,
That's the way a nigger goes!
That's the way a nigger goes!
That's the way a nigger goes!
That's the way a nigger goes!

The Kajun Ku Klux Klan
by Johnny Rebel

You niggers, listen now.
I'm gonna tell ya how
To keep from getting tortured when the Klan is on the prowl.
Stay at home at night,
And lock your doors up tight.
Don't go outside, or else you'll find
Those crosses a-burnin' bright!

Now I know you won't believe me,
So I'm gonna tell you why
The Kajun Ku Klux Klan is gonna get you by and by.
I'm warning you that when I'm through,
You're going to change you're tune.
This story's bout a NIGGA!
His name was Levi Coon.

He walked into a café.
He thought he'd get a bite.
He thought that they would serve him,
Since they passed the Civil Right.
The waitress told him "No",
And that he'd better go.
He said, "No mam, my Uncle Sam,
Say I don't have ta go!"

So he sat there in that café,
Being stubborn as a mule.
No matter what she said,
He wouldn't get up off that stool.
He sat there like a jackass,
Said, "I'm gonna demonstrate!
I came in here ta eat,
An' I ain't leavin' till I'z ate!"

The waitress had enough.
She said, "I'll call your bluff".
She said, "If we can't treat you right,
We'll have to treat you rough".
The phone was in her hands.
She gave him one more chance.
He wouldn't go and so she called,
The Kajun Ku Klux Klan!

When he saw them Kajuns comin',
Levi knew it was too late.
His eyes popped out his head,
And his kinky hair got straight!
He said, "O' lawzy, White folk,
I didn't mean a thing!
Why did I have to listen
To that demonstrator King?"

Now, niggers, understand.
They tied up both his hands.
He was at the mercy of the Kajun Ku Klux Klan!
I knew just what they'd do.
Levi knew it, too.
I knew what kind of torture
They would put that nigger through!

Now, the moral of this story
Is plain as it can be.
Niggers, mind your business!
And let us White folk be!
You'd better heed my warning,
And try to understand,
Don't you demonstrate,
Around the Kajun Ku Klux Klan!

MOVE THEM
NIGGERS NORTHby Johnny Rebel

Ole' Johnny Rebel produced many great songs in addition to the Southern
National Anthem, "Nigger, nigger". Another of his masterpieces is the wondrous
and awe inspiring "Move Them Niggers North". It's lyrics are reproduced here
for all to enjoy.

Move them niggers north,
Move them niggers north.
If they don't like our southern ways,
Then move them niggers north.

Our South been invaded,
By a trashy lookin' crew.
They'll change our ways and take our schools
Away from me and you.
It's time for us to make a stand
To keep our Southern ways.
We've got to give a helping hand;
It's unity that pays.

Move them niggers north,
Move them niggers north.
If they don't like our southern ways,
Then move them niggers north.

They're trying to start trouble,
By mixing up the races.
They'd be a whole lot better off
By staying in their places.
I like our Southland like it is,
I'm sure that you do to.
Ole' Martin Luther thinks it's his.
I know he's wrong, don't you?

Move them niggers north,
Move them niggers north.
If they don't like our Southern ways,
Then move them niggers north

It's time for us to make a stand
To keep our Southern ways.
We've got to give a helping hand.
It's unity that pays.

Move them niggers north,
Move them niggers north.
If they don't like our Southern ways,
Then move them niggers north
Move them niggers north,
Move them niggers north,
Move them niggers north.

WELFARE
CHECKSby Johnny Rebel

A NIGGER'S lookin' today,
For that big welfare check,
He will get when the man brings his mail.
By his mailbox he'll stand,
With his black outstretched hand.
Will there be any checks in his mail?

Will there be any checks?
Welfare checks in his mail?
Will there be any checks in his mail?
When he waits with the rest,
Of the ones that Lyndon's blessed,
Will there be any checks in his mail?

He might go sit-in today,
At some White restaurant.
All his kind needs to be in the jail.
He don't do any work,
He don't pay any taxes,
But he looks for that check in his mail!

Now will there be any checks?
Welfare checks in his mail?
Will there be any checks in his mail?
When he waits with the rest,
Of the ones Lyndon's blessed,
Will there be any checks in his mail?

Oh what pleasure niggers find,
When their pockets are lined,
With the money, that White taxes pay.
Ah, but if you mention WORK,
He'll weep and he'll wail.
All he wants is that check in his mail.

Oh, will there be any checks?
Any checks in his mail?
Will there be any checks in his mail?
When he waits with the rest,
Of the ones Lyndon's blessed,
Will there be any checks in his mail?

ALL TOGETHER!!
Will there be any checks?
Welfare checks in his mail?
Will there be any checks in his mail?
Now, when he waits with the rest,
Of the ones that Lyndon's blessed,
Will there be any checks in his mail?

TELL EM' ONE MORE TIME!!!
Will there be any checks?
Welfare checks in his mail?
Will there be any checks in his mail?

LOOKIN' FOR
A HANDOUT
by Johnny Rebel

Have you ever been just driving around,
and ended up in the colored part of town?
And you see an old time one room shack
with a great big TV antenna?
Then you look out in the back,
You can always see a Cadillac.
And inside there's about 15-niggers
eating one can of beans for dinner.

Now ain't that just like a nigger, so the story goes?
They just like to live that a'way ya know.
Why they haven't got one spark of ambition in their minds.
They're hard-headed as a dadblame mule,
And the only reason they go to school,
Is so they can learn to sign their names
when they become members of the welfare line.

(Chorus) They're lookin' for a hand out,
Yeah, something free.
Looking for a handout,
From you and me.
And with the consent,
Of the president,
They're gonna get their way. They're gonna get their way.

Now I ain't aiming to run anybody down,
But I know how they operate down in coon town.
Why, they wouldn't hit a lick at a snake
If it was curling up to strike.
But when their leader says, "Hey nigger, demonstrate!",
Why them jiggaboos don't even hesitate.
Cause as a nigger says,"Ah-hmm-uh, thems the kinda happenings we like".

(Repeat chorus)

Well one day there's going to be a stop to all this giving.
And darkies, you're going to have to account for your living.
You won't be able to hold your black hand out
and wait for somebody to give you you're daily bread.

Cause the Master said you'll have to earn your salvation,
So you'd better start looking over the situation.
And stop causing all this trouble, and be a good ole nigger, instead.

And quit lookin' for a hand out,
Yeah, something free.
Quit looking for a handout,
From Uncle Sam and me.
Don't try to integrate,
Be glad to segregate.
It's better that way.
Much better that way.
It's better that way.

FEDERAL AID
by Johnny Rebel

Federal aid, federal aid,
We hear it all the time.
But it's not really federal aid,
Cause the money's yours and mine.
The money's yours and mine.

I read in the papers
In real big print
About a sugar coated speech
Made by our President.
With federal aid
He thinks he'll win our trust
But, federal aid, hell,
The money belongs to us.

He puts taxes on this,
Taxes on that.
Just any kind of tax
To keep the government fat.
He says he's gonna give us
Federal aid or bust.
But, federal aid, hell,
The money belongs to us.

Federal aid, federal aid,
We hear it all the time.
But it's not really federal aid,
Cause the money's yours and mine.
The money's yours and mine.

He started a new program
The anti-poverty school
I think it's a good idea,
Nobody wants to be a fool.
Now he says he's running short of funds
And that ain't no joke.
But it ain't the government that hurtin',
It's us that's going broke.

Now, if we could just keep
Most of the money we make
There wouldn't be much reason
To have federal aid.
I believe in helping the poor,
I think it's a must.
But it's not federal aid, hell,
The money belongs to us.

Federal aid, federal aid,
We hear it all the time.
But it's not really federal aid,
Cause the money's yours and mine.
The money's yours and mine.

Now, why should the President
Take all the credit,
When the money we donate
Is what makes up his debit.
Each time a disaster
Strikes our great land,
Federal aid take the credit
For lending a hand.

Now, I'd like to think
That my dollar helped out.
And so would everyone else
Without any doubt.
Cause it's really our money
We placed in their trust.
So federal aid, hell,
The money belongs to us.

Federal aid, federal aid,
We hear it all the time.
But it's not really federal aid,
Cause the money's yours and mine.
The money's yours and mine.
The money's yours and mine.
The money's yours and mine.
The money's yours and mine.

SHE RAN OFF WITH A
NIGGER
by the Texas BS Band

(Spoken) She did what? OH NO!!!

She ran off with another guy,
She didn't even say goodbye,
She'll never find a love like mine, or bigger.
She took the TV and the stereo,
She wrote a check for all my dough.
But to top it off, she ran off with a nigger.

(Refrain) She ran off with a nigger;
A six foot eight inch buck.
He's got a pink Mark Four
With his name on the door,
And all I can say is, well fu
Crying out loud, why'd you do me this way?
If I had a gun I'd pull the trigger.
She took my car, that's I'd just paid for,
And she ran off with a nigger.

It really came as no surprise,
I guess I saw it in her eyes.
I knew that it would happen, and it did.
My pappy said, "I told you so",
She broke my heart, and now I know,
I never should have married that black little bitch anyway.

(Refrain)

Ah, she broke my heart, and tore me apart,
When she ran off with a nigger.

NIGGER LOVER
by David Allen Coe

She said some day I'd understand,
What love was all about.
She said I could have the keys;
She was moving out.
Said she'd finally found a man,
Whose dick was so much bigger.
Then that scumbag mother fucker
Ran off with a nigger.

And to think I'd ate the pussy,
Where that big black dick had been.
And kissed the lips that sucked him off,
Time, and time again.
It's enough to make a man throw up,
Sure is hard to figure,
How any decent girl
Could ever fuck a greasy nigger.

He treated her just like a queen,
She gave him all my money.
It looks like the joke's on me,
But I don't think it's funny.
That pussy ain't worth paying for,
As far as I can figure.
Cause there's nothing quite as worthless,
As a White girl with a nigger.

And to think I'd ate the pussy,
Where that big black dick had been,
And kissed the lips that sucked him off,
Time, and time again.
It's enough to make a man throw up,
Sure is hard to figure
How any decent girl
Could ever fuck a goddamned nigger.

GOLD TEETH AND RAZOR
BLADES
by Bootleg Bill

(NOTE: These lyrics were provided to the AFN
FAQ website by
Bootleg Bill HIMSELF! Thanks, Bill!)

Crosses burning.
Cars overturning.
The "Boys in the Hoods"
Are settling things for good!

Cuz gold teeth and razor blades,
Won't be seen around here no more.
They're gonna get a good bootin',
When they start a-lootin'.
Gold teeth and razor blades,
Gnashing, in the dead of night.
Nobody's gonna save them.
Not even ole' Jesus Christ!

Shotguns blasting.
Knives a-flashing.
We're gonna clean up this city!
And they'll be swinging from trees!

One thing that makes me sick,
Is seeing a White girl with a black.
Things haven't been the same since,
My neighbors started smoking crack.
Gold teeth and razor blades,
Gnashing, in the dead of night.
Nobody's gonna save them.
Not even ole' Jesus Christ!

JOHNNY REBEL IS CALLIN' ME!
Goin' to North Carolina,
To see the ANTiSEEN!
No room for a nigger,
On my street!
No room for nigger,
Sorry rap beat!
No room for nigger,
EAT SHIT!

JIGRUN!
by the Bully Boys

Whiskey bottles, baseball bats!
Pickup trucks and rebel flags!
We're going on the town tonight.
Hit and run let's have some fun,
We've got jigg-a-boos on the run!
And they fear the setting sun.

We told you once,
We ain't gonna tell you twice.
We don't give a damn,
If you think it's wrong or right.
We've had enough of you and everything you do!
This is our land,
This is our land,
This our land!

We told you once,
We ain't gonna tell you twice.
We don't give a damn,
If you think it's wrong or right.
We've had enough of you and everything you do!
This is our land,
This is our land,
This our land!

Whiskey bottles, baseball bats!
Pickup trucks and rebel flags!
We're going on the town tonight.
Hit and run let's have some fun,
We've got jigg-a-boos on the run!
And they fear the setting sun.

We told you once,
We ain't gonna tell you twice.
We don't give a damn,
If you think it's wrong or right.
We've had enough of you and everything you do!
This is our land,
This is our land,
This our land!

Jiggaboo
Stick
by People Haters

They're breeding just like rabbits,
Don't like their nasty habits.
Everywhere I look, it really makes me sick!
Beat the jungle bunny, beat the jungle bunny,
Beat the jungle bunny with a jiggaboo stick!